Mycroft had been typing another pointless document for another pointless nation that didn't even concern his country at the moment, yet here he was middle of the night, steaming tea next to him when the phone rang. He closed his eyes reaching for the land line in the corner of his desk. His eyes stung quite a lot but Mycroft didn't mind the sting almost welcoming it. "Hello?" He said into the landline, Mycroft frowned listening to the person ramble, normally he would have cut the person off ages ago. "Yes,address?" Mycroft wrote the address hanging up the sleek black land line before shutting his computer and walking out of the office.

Arriving at a the Met lights seemed a bit too much he shut his eyes once more the sting reminding him he was still awake, reaching for his umbrella he got out almost immediately seen by Greg. "Hey, Mycroft here to set your brother off?" Greg said with a small smile yet his whole body language was a bit hunched over and sad. Mycroft gave a dry smile not saying anything, whether the 48 hours of not sleeping or the fact of why he was actually here had caught up to him he could tell.

Greg didn't ask after that he simply opened the door for Mycroft watching him walk into the building. The images were still flashing through his head, vivid, still to realistic to be a memory. Greg walked behind Mycroft a bit before stopping to look down his phone, "Oh Sherlock and John are here, I'll go bring them up. Just head on up" Greg said as Mycroft turned to him nodding before walking to the elevator tapping the button with the end of his umbrella making his way up stairs.

The crime scene was, well a crime scene. Just down the street from the Met. Two dead, shots to the head small caliber yet there were several other bullets on the body's. Shot in the middle of the street shooter on high up building, there were witnesses but they were saying the same thing 'They were just laughing with their boy, then shots were fired..'

Greg walked to the front door before hitting himself, "Mycroft!" He called out but the elevator had already closed.

"Hey Greg" John said with a sad smile, you could never be completely happy at a crime scene even if Sherlock was with you. "Hello John, hey I was wondering while Sherlock looks at the body could you come and see this kid?" Greg said nodding up the building. John looked back Sherlock hadn't followed John even though he told him to follow. "Sure, who is it?" John had a low pit growing in his stomach all of him not wanting to be who he thought it was. "It's, it's the boy's parents from the crime...he hasn't talked, barely eaten. Been here since it happened. Think he is in deep shock but I just wanna make sure he is ok" Greg said sadly. John nodded not wanting to speak the pit in his stomach large and weighing his thoughts down into a pit. Greg nodded walking to the staircase, "The elevator is getting fixed, it has a shotty landing" Greg said taking two steps at a time.

The elevator had an abrupt stop Mycroft stumbled a bit. He huffed as the elevator dinged open. The floor had little to no people on it he frowned his mind going back to the first time he was in here, papers being moved and shuffled around people yelling at others it was an organized chaos from afar.

He blinked a few times coming back to the present. Seeing a young boy with bright blonde hair, sitting in a chair a bright red basket in his lap some chips laying inside. The elevator door closed with an annoying squeak as it shut. The little boy seemed un-phased by the noise, a chip still in his mouth his little hand wrapped around it. Mycroft walked forward a bit wanting the boy to move it was if he was a dummy sitting in a chair. A bit mesmerized by the boy Mycroft set down his umbrella missing the hook completely the umbrella banging on the floor as the metal tip came in contact with the linoleum tile. The blonde haired boy seemed to come out of his trance as he winced dropping the fries in the basket and started to cry in his chair.

Mycroft panicked, it wasn't like there was another person on the floor he could go to for help, Anthea was still at the Diogenes club. He bit his lip bending down to pick up his fallen umbrella, as he slowly made his way towards the boy, the blondes head whip towards his, he yelped pushing himself off the chair onto the floor the basket of fries coming down with him, he immediately ran behind a desk where the unknown man couldn't see him.

Drop the act Mycroft. His mind tutted, the boy wouldn't come out if he looked like a menacing man in a impeccable suit with an umbrella in his hand. He immediately divested his over coat, followed by his waist coat he stripped down his many layers setting the suit on a chair, he hesitated a bit not wanting to scare the boy more than he had. He could hear a sniffle every ten seconds or so. He took a breath setting down his umbrella before taking a step towards the desk, he bent down trying to soften his voice the best he could. "I am sorry" He said one knee on the ground, still a good distance away from the desk, he waited a moment hearing the boy shuffle around, he counted 15 seconds. The boy hiccuped peering his head around the desk. "Hello, my name is-" Mycroft didn't finish the blonde bolted from underneath the desk running towards his his eyes getting watery one more as he tried to hug Mycroft as he bent down. The small hands had a tight grip on Mycroft's pants as a small whimpery cry could be heard from the boy. "Can I pick you up?" Mycroft knew his shirt and pants would be covered in lord knows what, getting over the disgust fairly quickly he could feel the boy nod against his knee. Mycroft picked him up only to see Greg and John doing there best to savor the rare moment.

They had been having a small conversation, both trying to make their hearts hurt a little less at the fact that a young boy had just lost his parents when they heard a scream. They stopped exchanging glances before booking it up the stairs to Greg's floor. Both out of breath they rounded the corner both in shock. Mycroft, stripping down his suit of armor slowly. John put his hand out as Greg tried to walk into room. They exchanged silent glances 'What if' Greg's eyes read. John just smiled hearing Mycroft talk to the young boy. Greg nodded believing in John...in Mycroft. "Wow…" Greg said quietly. For him he had only see the boy zoned out a motionless, yet he, he looked happy with Mycroft for some reason.

Mycroft turned around to find Greg and John smiling trying to fan girl quietly to each other both trying to savor the moment. John could have squealed at the cuteness of it all, the British government picking up a crying child making sure the boy felt safe instead of his normal cold demeanor.

Mycroft lifted the boy up a bit higher as the boy seemed to get heavier as he trusted the man more. The boy rested his head in the crook of Mycroft's neck, 'Not a word' he breathed to them not actually speaking. The men both nodded in unison making there way back down the stairs as Mycroft walked to the elevator, picking up his umbrella he pressed the bottom with the metal tip watching the small down button illuminate in an ugly orange color. The elevator opened Mycroft stepped in watching the door close only moments later. 'What have I gotten myself into?' Mycroft thought feeling the elevator start to move down the boy's heart beat almost against his own. He let out a long sigh looking down at the boy who seemed to be sleeping on him, his lip tugged up his heart feeling odd and a bit protective of the little human in his arms but he immediately shook it off. He felt the boy shift a bit mumbling something incoherent to Mycroft's ear, so Mycroft spoke up, "Is this an adequate position for you to be in or shall I set you down?" The boy lifted his head his eyes widen and uncomprehending of what the man said. "No-" he yawned rubbing his eyes, "No, un-du-stand" The boy blinked a few times his body slowly walking up yet you could tell he was fighting off sleep. Mycroft, a bit applauded by the boys bad vocabulary skills blinked back, 'How simple must I be?' He thought huffing to himself. "Shoulder?" he moved it bit watching the boys reaction,. "Or….the ground?" he tapped his foot fully aware they were still in the elevator. "Sho-Der?" The boy pushed back a bit to get a better look at the man's shoulder tapping it a few times as if he had never seen one before. Mycroft was getting queasy, he didn't think he had this much human contact in a long time. Mycroft could tell the boy was trying to calculate what to do, "Down please" he said making a light fist tapping Mycroft's chest. He let out a shaky breath of relief as he set the boy down onto the elevator floor. The boy walked over to the buttons watching him click each one, 'Good lord this is going to be a long elevator ride..' Mycroft shook his head watching the boy turn around.

"Want papa?" the boy said sadly, Mycroft could tell the boy knew his parents were dead but he could still crave for their revival.

"Your parents are dead, and there is nothing to bring them back, ahead your tears now. You will grow up with some relative and have issues trusting people your whole life as you lost your parents at such a young age. It will also be hard for you to make friends and most likely get married for you will have a very hard time trusting people won't leave." Mycroft was cold and a bit heartless but he would never say that to the young boy for one he wouldn't even comprehend what he was saying and it wasn't, nice. 'What is wrong with me' Mycroft thought watching the boy patiently wait for a repose.

"Come here," Mycroft said gently bending down to pick the boy up once more becoming a human chair once again. He tried a few different positions, for they had time, because it soooo much fun to stop at every floor. Not being able to come up with a way to hold the boy he was running out of options, his arm acted as the seat and the boy wrapped his hand around Mycroft's neck.

"Embarrassing" He muttered underneath his breath. He moved the boy around a bit so his head was once again in the crook of his neck. "Embarrassing but better" Mycroft said finally reaching the second to last floor before they could get out. "Eb-arse-in" The boy repeated looking up at the man. "No no don't say that" Mycroft shook his head slightly mortified.

The boy giggled a bit, "Eb-arse-in!" He said with a small smile looking at the man who seemed to wear the same smile as him. Mycroft shook his head. "Embarrassing" The boy blinked. "Em-barasn" The boy tried out once more. "Embarrassing" Mycroft said once more. "Embassing" The boy repeated. "No no, don't skip letters you can pronounce, em- bar-ass-ing" he said breaking the word apart for the boy. "Em...barass..ing" the boy said looking a bit suprised as he said the word. Mycroft nodded, "Good job." He said watching the boy lite up. Mycroft gained a small boost of confidence being able to teach the boy a new word in such a small amount of time. The elevator finally reached the ground floor, Greg and John talking to each other no doubt wondering why the elevator took so long.

The boy looked at the two new people, he rubbed his eyes a bit forcing his body to stay awake a while longer. "Down?" He said curiously as if Mycroft wouldn't let him down. 'Please do make up your mind' Mycroft thought setting the boy down.

The boy stayed by Mycroft for a moment as if deciding how far he could go from the man, he made his way over to John. John smiled bending down not wanting to tower over the young boy. He jumped back a bit looking at Mycroft with wide eyes. 'Why is he looking at me' Mycroft blinked nodding watching the boy interact with John. 'What's his name?' Mycroft narrowed his eyes accessing his own mind palace for his agents. The boy said something to knock Mycroft out of his mind palace.

"Your short-" The boy got cut off by a sneeze he wrinkled his nose a bit stunned by the sudden sneeze. John's mouth was hanging open. Greg didn't even try and cover up his laughter doubling over wheezing from the boys comment. Mycroft more discreetly covered his laughter up with a cough and a tap of his umbrella against the ground. "-Hair papas color" The boy finished wiping his nose on his t-shirt while Mycroft shivered thinking of all the unhygienic things a child could do. Everyone froze, John gave a small smile bending down on one knee letting the boy pat his hair a few times before the boy ran behind Mycroft. Greg puffed out his lower lip for a moment before taking suit of bending down. The boy immediately looked up to Mycroft, "Why are you asking me for permission?" Mycroft said huffing not realizing the role he was falling into for the boy. John cleared his throat, Mycroft's head whipped toward him seeing a stern gaze. "Yes go, don't ask next time" Mycroft said down to the boy who stood by him for a moment longer than Mycroft thought necessary before making his way over to Greg. "Hello" Greg said tilting his head a bit with a goofy grin on his face, the boy giggled. "Wanna hear a joke!" Greg said said sitting down on the floor fully smile still present. The boy narrowed his eyes obviously not fully understanding what a 'joke' was but he nodded curiosity taking over. "Why did the chicken cross the road?" The boy looked more than confused while John groaned at the joke Greg chose. "To get to the other side" Greg watched the boy register the entire thing a smile blooming on his face, he laughed before trying to repeat, "Chicken cross road? Other side!" He laughed a bit more and Mycroft watched in awe as Greg made the boy laugh, a hint of jealousy flaring up in him but he immediately pushed it down knowing better than to be taking over by such a dull emotion.

Sherlock walked in, well he pushed open both doors a scowl ridden on his face, his coat whipping up in the short gust of wind he had created from opening the door. The boy scrambled to get behind Mycroft, he picked him up automatically without even really thinking about it. "John you won't-" He stopped talking a smile forming before he laughed at the notion of his brother picking up a small child. The boy dug his head into Mycroft's neck whimpering a bit, "Sherlock you will stop this instant you are scaring him" Mycroft growled out. Sherlock stopped laughing his face going cold, "Oh, I am the scary one" Sherlock rolled his eyes huffing, "Yes," John chipped in, "You are" John said huffing standing up along with Greg. Sherlock's attitude changed a bit but not by much. "John about the m-" He stepped back getting not one not two but three murderous glares, he rolled his eyes. "Ya well it's all," He pointed at Mycroft. "You" Sherlock turned around sharply his coat giving a dramatic flip as he waltzed out, John gave them both an apologetic look running after the mad man.

"Well, I am going to have my team run a check for his family-" Mycroft acted on an unknown feeling as he interrupted Greg mid sentence. "No" He said quickly. "No?" Greg replied confused before a small smirk appeared on his face, "No offence Mycroft but I don't think you could deal with a two to three year old for more than-" Mycroft cut Greg off once more. "Yes," His breath hitched. "You are right, it was foolish of me,please just take him" Mycroft said looking down at the boy who had fallen asleep on him. "Naw….he looks peaceful" Greg said reaching into his pocket with a sly smile. Mycroft could almost hear the smile looking up, "Gregory?" Snap. "Gregory you will delete that photo immediately or I will personally ship you off to some." Snap. Snap. "Gregory" Mycroft said impatiently. " ! At least now i have some blackmail on ya" He winked laughing evill waking the boy up. Mycroft heard the small wince looking down his hand came up to rub small circles on the boys back hearing his breath even out almost instantly. Snap. "Gregory Richard Lestrade! If you snap one more picture your life will be over" Mycroft hissed out quietly not wanting to walk the boy, "S'op fightn" The boy mumbled into Mycroft's neck. "Take him home, i'll see where the kiddo lives, until then" Greg said waving bye leaving the building. "That's hardly protocol Gregory" Mycroft said quickly taking a step forward. "Is now" Greg closed the door with a quick wink before heading off. Mycroft huffed looking down to find bright green eyes looking at him, "i'm sleepy" He said looking at the man curious about his name. Mycroft could read the boys reactions like a book, it was almost too easy to the point of thinking back to when Sherlock lied and Mycroft actually for some reason believed him. "Mycroft Holmes" He supplied the boy who yawned letting his head rest on Mycroft's shoulder. "Oliver…" The boy said before becoming silent.

Mycroft closed his eyes for a moment. His inner clock telling him it was 2:30 am. Huffing he walked outside a sleek black car waiting, he got in with a struggle not wanting to set Oliver down but having some trouble with his coordination trying to get them both situated in the now small seat. "Where are we going sir?" Anthea for once was not looking at her phone but the child in Mycroft's arms. "Home" He said finally relaxing into the seat rubbing the boy's back lightly. She nodded leaning forward to tell the driver,feeling the car move they set off to his home.